“Why should they make wills? They ain’t old enough for that, neither of them.”
“And you might as well say they ain’t old enough to be likely to take their hook, either,” suggested Bob, with a certain uneasiness in his tone.
Clem looked about her, as if her fierce eyes sought something. Her brows twitched a little. She glanced at Bob, but he did not meet her look. “I don’t care so much about the money,” she said, in a lower and altered voice. “I’d be content with a bit of it, if only I could get rid of him at the same time.”
Bob looked gloomy.
“Well, it’s no use talking,” he muttered.
“It’s all your fault.”
“How do you make that out? It was you quarrelled first.”
“You’re a liar!”
“Oh, there’s no talking to you!”
He shuffled with his feet, then rose.
“Where can I see you on Wednesday morning?” asked Clem. “I want to hear about that girl.”
“It can’t be Wednesday morning. I tell you I shall be getting the sack next thing; they’ve
